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Morning sleeps late
The lake unseen at 6am
The forest a cave
Beyond black in its darkness
A taste of rawness
The harsh hand of rain
stings with a crispness
Wind Whipping
Yesterday’s raking for naught
The day dressed in drabness
Lying under the covers
refusing to alight
from its bedtime perch
Oh Woe!
We Weep
Worn and Wary
We Wonder and Wish
for one more moment with the sun
Yes, as expected the month of November has arrived in all its glorious bleakness. More darkness promised for months to come as we turn back the clocks tonight. Blah!
Building A Life Of Hope 
A very visual poem, I could feel the wind and rain (just as I had this evening). Trouble is, there are just too many birthdays in November to be completely glum due to the month.
PS: and the weather, lol. Snow in the South!
You caught November perfectly! All its blackness like someone threw a switch. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you! And you’re right-it is as if someone threw a switch! 🙂
brrr – I can feel the impact of winter arriving in your poem.
Coldest night yet was last night with the full moon to boot! 🙂